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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
POS-ING FOR THE FEED,
WIN-NING EV-ERY PRIZE WHILE WE'RE HOL-LOW AS WE BLEED.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE ZOM-BIE IN A CUS-TOM-MADE DIS-GUISE,
PER-FECT PIX-EL PIC-TURES WITH THE DEAD-NESS IN HER EYES!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
(meaw meaw)
CUR-A-TING THE GRID BUT WE'RE SINK-ING IN THE BED,
EX-HAUST-ED FROM THE AER-O-SOL WE SPRAY IN-SIDE OUR HEAD.
Amara vara Mara vara RING-LIGHT PANE,
STARV-ING FOR A BEAT-ING HEART IN CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,
WE FAKE IT SO WELL,
YEAH WE RUN THE SHOW!
SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,
TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!
(we run the
show!)
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
DROP-PING ALL THE FIL-TERS UN-DER DEAD AND emp-ty SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.